The days passed in a blur of new experiences for Zohan. His body, though still that of a toddler, felt... different. He could sense a quiet power inside him, a power that had begun to awaken ever since the incident with the dinosaur. The power surged within him, building slowly but surely, and though his mind was young, there was an awareness of something *else*—something much larger than his new body.
At night, after the sun dipped below the horizon, Zohan lay awake in his crib, staring up at the stars that twinkled through his window. There was a subtle hum in the back of his mind—his system, always present, always watching.
> "System Activation: Boons available. Initiating System Interface."
Zohan's thoughts were suddenly flooded with a rush of information, like an endless stream of data cascading into his mind. He closed his eyes, his small hands grasping at the sheets, as he tried to make sense of it all. He could feel it. The system was his new guide—a remnant of the being that had given him this life, a force that transcended time itself.
> "Welcome, Zohan. I am the **Great Sage**. Through your journey, I will grant you power. Together, we will grow beyond the limits of this world and into realms unknown. The potential within you is limitless."
Zohan felt a surge of energy flood through him. The words from the system echoed in his mind, but something within him was unsure. What was the "Great Sage"? And why did he feel that the system would only grow more powerful with time? A feeling of both excitement and uncertainty washed over him.
> "Boons available. System will enhance your physical, mental, and spiritual faculties. Meditation and focused effort will allow you to grow. Your potential will expand beyond even this world, one step at a time."
His small fingers twitched as he tried to digest the information. Meditation? That felt familiar. Even in his past life, he had always found solace in focusing his thoughts. Maybe this would come naturally. After all, he was a *semi-nerd* back in his old life, and something about meditation felt like the missing piece.
As the days passed, Zohan's abilities began to show. He had already learned to walk faster than Gohan, and his speech was far ahead of the usual developmental milestones for a two-and-a-half-year-old. Chi-Chi, of course, noticed this immediately.
"Goku, look at Zohan! He's speaking full sentences and reading books!" she exclaimed one morning, her voice tinged with concern.
Goku scratched the back of his head, staring at his son with the same obliviousness he always did. "Well, that's... good, right? He's our son, after all! He's probably just a fast learner!"
But Chi-Chi wasn't so sure. She crossed her arms and turned to Zohan. "You're only two! You shouldn't be reading books yet!"
Zohan looked up at her innocently, clutching one of the books Goku had left lying around. "Mom, I want to get stronger. I want to learn everything about this world."
Gohan, ever the observant older brother, had been quiet, but he looked at his twin with awe. Zohan had always been... different. He didn't seem to have the same childlike naivety as other toddlers. But Zohan wasn't just a prodigy of intellect; his system was helping him become stronger, faster, and more aware of his surroundings.
**Training Time**
Days turned into weeks, and as Zohan's mental and physical growth continued, he began to express his desire to train. It was as if his body and soul craved it—meditation, martial arts, and every form of discipline the system could offer him.
One morning, after finishing another session of reading, Zohan turned to his father, who was cleaning up the yard with Chi-Chi. He stood on the doorstep, hands on his hips, and looked up at Goku. "Dad... can you train me?" he asked seriously.
Goku, surprised by the question, scratched his head. "You want to train? But you're so young! Shouldn't you be playing with Gohan?"
Zohan's eyes sparkled. "No, I need to get stronger. The world is dangerous, right? I need to protect everyone."
Goku blinked. His son—Zohan—seemed so earnest, and Goku couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. "Well, alright, but I'll have to talk to Chi-Chi."
At that moment, Chi-Chi overheard them and immediately rushed over, her arms crossed in disapproval. "Absolutely not! He's too young for training! Let him be a child, Goku!"
Zohan, undeterred, went to his room and began meditating. He had already discovered that focusing his mind—much like his old life's practice in concentration—helped him tap into his system's abilities. The Great Sage had told him that training would enhance his mental, physical, and spiritual powers. The more he meditated, the more his energy grew.
Weeks of practice saw Zohan meditating for longer periods, and while Chi-Chi had her reservations, she couldn't deny the progress he was making. Eventually, Zohan's persistence wore down her resolve.
"I guess... I guess it's okay if you start small," Chi-Chi said, eyeing Zohan with an expression that was half frustration and half love. "But no fighting until you're older!"
Zohan's smile was as wide as it could be for a toddler. He had earned his training, and now his physical abilities began to shine. Even Gohan, who had been watching in awe, followed his twin's lead. Together, they began training with their father, each trying to outdo the other, pushing their limits even as their small forms were put to the test.
**The Training Continues**
As weeks turned into months, Zohan's training intensified. His body was small, but his power was not. Meditation, combined with the boons from his system, allowed him to grow rapidly. His mind and body became sharper, his muscles stronger, and his ki control refined. But there was still something that gnawed at him.
*Who was the Great Sage? What was the true nature of this system?*
One night, as he meditated, the system spoke again.
> "The time will come when you discover your true potential, Zohan. You are connected to realms beyond this world. But you must be patient. The path ahead will lead to the multiverse, to worlds unseen. One day, you will see them."
Zohan felt a shiver run through his body, and his heart swelled with anticipation. The Great Sage had hinted at something far greater than this world, something beyond even the multiverse. He wasn't just a part of Dragon Ball's world anymore—he was on the precipice of something much bigger.
**The Trip to Roshi's Island**
The day arrived when Goku decided it was time to take his sons to Master Roshi's island for their first real lesson. Zohan's excitement was palpable, but there was also a deep sense of curiosity. Master Roshi was a legend in his own right, and Zohan wondered what kind of training he could offer.
The journey was filled with laughter and jokes from Goku, but Zohan and Gohan were silent, thinking about the training that awaited them. When they arrived at Roshi's island, Zohan's eyes widened at the sight of the legendary master and his bizarre surroundings.
Master Roshi, squinting through his glasses, gave the boys a scrutinizing look. "Hm, Goku's kids, huh? I expected them to be a bit... different. But something about this one..." he muttered under his breath, his sharp eyes locking onto Zohan. Zohan could feel the scrutiny. *Roshi could see through him, even now.*
Zohan didn't say anything but stood tall, already feeling the weight of the old master's gaze. Goku, as usual, was oblivious. "Hey, Roshi! These are my sons—Zohan and Gohan! They're ready to learn!"
Master Roshi chuckled. "I'm sure they are, Goku. Let's see what you've got!"
As Roshi began his usual antics, Zohan felt his mind racing. He was eager, yes, but something more was beginning to stir within him. He was more than just a boy with prodigious talents. He was a link to something far greater, a force that would one day bring about a change the likes of which the multiverse had never seen.
The next days were filled with training and laughter, but as Zohan closed his eyes each night, the system's words echoed in his mind: *"The journey has only just begun, Zohan. Keep training. Your destiny awaits."*
Little did Zohan know, that destiny was closer than he thought, and it would soon arrive with the appearance of a familiar figure—Raditz.